A Massage after the race

This chapter is from Zephyr's point of view

You, Zephyr, lay naked and sideways on the massage table with pillows supporting your human half. A human masseuse in a white uniform rubbed the sore muscles of your front legs. The race had been well faught and a victory desurved a reward. "Oh that feels so good." You moaned, fully relaxed.

The masseuse moved to the middle of your equine body, massaging your back and flank. "Mmmm" You moaned again, almost drifting to sleep.

You couldn't help it when your cock sliped out of its sheath; an uncontrollable consequence of feeling her hands over your body.

"Oh my." the masseuse gasped.

"OOH, Oh my, I'm so sorry." You gasped, hands to your mouth, realising you had exposed yourself more than just your breast to this unwitting masseuse.

"Ha he ha, don't worry, it happens." The masseuse chuckled. "It happens, usually not with the women though." She commented as if it was an everyday occurrence as she moved down to your hindquarters.

You smiled at her, pretending not to be embarrassed and hoping she wasn't. She was the only masseuse in town who had training to work with non-humans. You would hate to lose her service.